You're nothing special, and you've known that since the start.

You know that you get snappy with people sometimes. Once highschool hit, bullying was practically inevitable. You always wonder how people are able to go up to someone and just stick to them. As of now, the only thing you're stuck to is yourself. Daydreaming is a daily pastime you find yourself immersed in, especially in class. If you can keep good grades while zoning out, whats there to lose? Its not like someone would want your attention anyways-

"Hey, do you have an extra pencil I can borrow? I think I lost mine.."

You're suddenly snapped right back to the desk of your biology class, feeling a tap on your shoulder. The voice comes from a boy sitting in the seat in behind you, who's leaned forward so you can hear him. He seems to be a popular-looking guy from first glance. The same type of guy that would be shoving you down the last few steps of a stairwell.